Hawke who was not Hawke, but also was? It was enough to bring the headaches back in full flow. He could privately admit to himself he was curious about this man, about how close to Marian Hawke he was, about what decision he'd made in the aftermath of the Chantry explosion. Something that was never far from his thoughts, but at least with the time he'd had since he found out, his anger had become focused on one individual, who thankfully was not here. Hawke at least had that in his favor.
He wondered who had told him that he was here. Most likely Fenris. His friend had been run ragged as part of the security detail here. Too much going on, and not enough of them. The gardens seemed like a much quieter option now, one he was glad he'd taken. He would always help Fenris though, if he ever asked.
Sebastian kept his word, and left his bow in his quarters. He wasn't altogether unarmed though, carrying a knife hidden on his body, like any good rogue should. Why rely on one weapon? That way, at least if things turned bad, he had a fall back. You could never tell what a so-called friend was capable of.
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